The Polar Vortex and a Super Snow Moon

February 19, 2019 I just happen step outside MissAdventure in the early morning hours before dawn and see the Super Snow Moon falling slowly behind the mountains to the west. I am thrilled to have awoken to this as my shots of the super moon rising did not turn out well.


The temps have been dropping as the weather people around the nation herald the coming of a Polar Vortex. Little did any of us realize just how bad it was going to get. By February 22 Flagstaff was reporting 40” of snow; a one day record since records have been kept. Kingman had 18”, the road into Payson was closed due to the snow. Snowflake AZ saw snowflakes, Benson saw snowflakes as did Nogales on the US-Mexican border.
Mammoth Lakes on 395 in California received over 22 feet. Going to have to take that camp off our list for summer! They may never get anything but the roads cleared there this year!

Oregon had record snowfalls as did Washington. The places in the nation that always get snow, got more than they bargained for. It’s a crazy winter for sure! Bet YOUR area saw some interesting weather, too!

The Chiweenie Brothers and I spend most of our days inside. It’s too cold and/or windy to be comfortable outside for very long so only the necessary walks are taken. Poor guys are a bit bored.


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On one walk I gaze off into the distance and the Kofa Mountains look a little strange. What the heck? Oh I see what it is. The Kofas are wearing white!! It stays for a few days, too. Seems like Q, Yuma, and perhaps Ajo are the only places that didn’t get snow. I tell ya, Quartzsite is the best place to be in the winter, even though locals say this winter has been the coldest they’ve seen. So much for global WARMING …
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Storms, whether rolling in or on the wane usually leave some beauty behind.

DSC_0008MissAdventure with Pink CloudsThanks for stopping by 2Dogs! Hugs, Shawna and The Boys.

CURRENT READ:  Still working on Mary, Queen of Scots 

Madd Jax. And Charlie Does the Unthinkable

Dec 30th. It has been getting into the 30s.at night and a strong north wind has been blowing. I decide a day in town is in order to get out of the dust, cold, and wind so the boys and I leave the cleanup camp and head to Blythe, just across the Colorado River from Ehrenberg. I get the oil changed in MissAdventure and do laundry at Madd Jax’s place. Madd Jax has a mean streak in him; his establishment is equipped with a pay toilet. Drumming up extra business that guy is.
At Smart and Final I score one of the two last grocery carts to be had. As the power doors swing open to allow me and another gal into the store I casually mention , mostly under my breath, to get ready, this is going to be hell. She hears me and agrees as someone behind us sniggers and says, “Yep”.
The Chiweenie Brothers, of course, are left in the van, and they have their paws full keeping everyone away from their home with fierce, loud, vicious barking. They are sleeping by the time I get back to the van. Poor tired little guys. Being guard dogs is hard work!
To top off a busy week Charlie B did the unthinkable. New Year’s Eve morning while making coffee and still half in a coma, I hear a whirring sound and can’t place it. I keep hearing it off and on, then nothing. Charlie is doing something in the front of the van, and I feel I need to see what it is. I pull back the curtain that separates the cab area from the back of the van. Charlie is worrying something, and immediately picks it up when I pull back the curtains. When he drops it I notice a long, slim, tiny bill. It’s a hummingbird. Oh no, Charlie!! Oh nooooo. I am devastated, but I can’t be angry with him; he’s just being a dog and doing what dogs do. All I can do is silently encourage him to HURRY UP and get it over with.
The cleanup crew plans a big party for tonight. I decide I want sleep and to get away from the dust instead and we move a few miles down the highway to Tom Wells Road. Goodnight.

Photos from our stay near Bouse.  Gosh, I forgot to put these in the Christmas post.

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Happy New Year! Hugs, Shawna

Waldport, Gov. Patterson State Park and Cooks Chasm

Waldport, Oregon—about the halfway point along Hwy 101 in Oregon. The intention for a couple day’s stay turns into almost two weeks.  The boys and I get in a lot of beach time.  We find one beach, Neptune, that if we go early enough we are the only ones there and the rocky cliffs on both sides are steep enough and reach out toward the sea far enough to keep two wild wiener dogs contained.  I let them off leash to run their little hearts out.

DSC_0043 (1)Fries, Bridge, Beach

August 11th. The sky lowers and a light but steady rain falls.  The boys, ever adaptable to what is placed before us, are content to curl up and nap.  I read and nap.

By early afternoon the sun makes an appearance and we have a glorious rest of the day in which to enjoy this beautiful area.  I find a patch of blackberries and pick a few for my breakfast cereal tomorrow morning.  Charlie picks salal berries, but none make it into the berry container!

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We spend our nights bouncing back and forth between Governor Patterson State Park near Yachats (pronounced yaw hots), Cooks Chasm, and a parking area beside Highway 34 in Waldport. Our days are spent on our favorite beach at Neptune State Park, and other beaches farther south.

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The Left Side of Neptune Beach

Our nights at Cooks Chasm are a mix of soothing and intense sounds.  The surf pounds the lava rock and sounds like booming thunder as the sea works its way between narrow channels, lava rock overhangs, and shallow caves.  It pushes its way up into a hole in the rock to shoot spray up in the air as the force of the water pushes toward the rocky shore; The Spout. As the tide drags the sea back I am soothed and lulled into a sense of peace until the thundering crashes begin again.DSC_0053

COOKS CHASM BLOW HOLE

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Thors Well is a bit farther out at Cooks Chasm, and the sea boils into it from below— up, and over the rim of the large round hole in the lava then gets pulled back out as the tide makes its backward pull.  The well becomes devoid of water, and the fascinating scene repeats over and over in the ancient rhythm of the sea.

Thanks for stopping by!  Hugs, Shawna and the Boys

CURRENT READ: The Extraordinary Life of Sam Hell by Robert Dugoni

 

 

Smelt State Park

A breezy, but gorgeous day calls for some beach time.  I turn into Smelt Sands State Park, teeny tiny as it is, only because I like the name.  Yeah, I’ve smelt (smelled) sand before, and it smells like the ocean … Hahahahahah.

The tide is out and the rocks with their shallow depressions trap starfish, anemones and other sea creatures in the pools left by the receding ocean.

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The boys and I explore, and I am a kid in the candy store. Check out these sea treasures.

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Charlie B checks out the kelp bed

A timeless reminder about the pull and power of the sea. Click on the photo to enlarge.
DSC_0088At Smelt Sands State Park Central Oregon

Just a few days ago a Chinese couple,  recent immigrants to the US and living in Lake Oswego, OR, lost their lives in front of their 10 year old daughter when they climbed out onto a rock near Rock Creek Park south of Depoe Bay during the incoming high tide and were swept off into the ocean by a wave.   A helicopter rescue team was sent out and got them, but they both died in hospital shortly after being taken there. What a senseless tragedy.

Thanks for stopping by 2DogsTravel.  Hugs, Shawna and the Chiweenie Boys.

 

The Sandy Dog Park

After our very quiet, very restful night at Zig Zag Falls we head, early in the morning as usual, heading for Sandy, Oregon and the dog Park!  I take a chance and mention it OUT LOUD.  The boys know.  Yes, they know, and they are excited.  I sure hope the grocery store doesn’t show up first, because then they will think I am teasing.  😉

The grocery store does not show up.  Walmart is nowhere to be found anywhere near where my GPS says it should be.  There’s a big building that looks like it could have been a Walmart at one point, but … No worries.  I plug the address to the dog park into the GPS and we’re off.

As the van gets moving again, the boys are beside themselves with excitement.  It isn’t far to this park, located in a residential area, and as we pull up it doesn’t look like anyone else is around.  It IS early.  Come on guys, let’s get in there.

They do the usual; circling the perimeter, hiking their legs, doing their business.  Before all that is done a lady pulls up with a beautiful, older yellow lab, and a large beagle.  The beagle, Parker, is sooooo happy to be at the park.  He and The Chiweenie Brothers get acquainted.  Soon other dogs come to play.  They all have a grand ‘ol time.

Try as they might, still there are those that do not feel it’s their responsibility  to clean up after their dogs,  but the towns and cities keep trying to get the message across.

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Thankfully there are those who will pick up a few piles of other dogs’ poo when they are there. I do it as a way to say thanks to these cities and towns for these parks. Thank you Sandy, Oregon!

Love this information on spotting aggression:

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They day is warming up. The Chiweenie Brothers have had a great time, and they are getting tired.  Charlie looks for, and finds, a nice shady spot.

DSC_0004Thanks for stopping by 2Dogs!  Hugs, Shawna

Mesa Falls and Island Park

The morning of June 5th dawns bright and beautiful.  I feed the boys, walk them only long enough for them to do their business then we are on the road.  Today we take in Mesa Falls, the reason for our little side trip off Hwy 20.

Charlie is looking forward to the ride and the possibility of seeing a lizard. Or squirrel. Or prairie dog.  If it moves, he’s interested.

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It’s a short drive from last night’s camp to the entrance to the falls.

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I point Freedom’s nose northward and we finish up this beautiful drive on Hwy 47 heading for Island Park, billed as the “longest main street in America.”  It is that for sure, if your Main Street consists only of fly shops, a couple of motels, and gas stations every few miles.  I believe the signage said it’s 33 miles.

With Island Park behind us I begin looking for a place to roost for the night.

We make a quick stop here so the Chiweenie Brothers can stretch their legs and relieve themselves. Mom spent quite a bit of time at Mesa Falls. It was just so beautiful she couldn’t help herself! This scenic byway should be on your “to see” list if you’re traveling this way.

Driving into the town of West Yellowstone I find there is no place to park for the night and end up back up on the mountain.  Every forest service road along this stretch is for day use only it seems.  I settle on a trailhead at Targhee Pass in the Gallatin National Forest.

We are right next to the highway, but traffic noise does not keep us awake. With two nights of mosquito misery and then visiting Mesa Falls and climbing lots of stairs I am exhausted, and I don’t think anything would keep me awake.  That is until Fries wakes me up around midnight trying to get under the covers.  The air above us is fraught with thunder and lighting. And I do mean right above us; as in right overhead.

Charlie sleeps through it all, but poor little Fries is terrified.  He and I snuggle close as, thankfully, it is short-lived and moves on rather quickly.  I drop off back to sleep with the little guy snuggled close.  Morning comes too quickly, but I drag myself out of bed at the crack of dawn.  Today we visit the upper half of the figure eight that is Yellowstone National Park.  To be continued . . .

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Congress AZ, Post Three

Mid-week the weather turns a bit chilly; nights down into the 40s and the days barely entering the low 60s. Sixties aren’t bad, but the wind makes it feel much colder and after a decent walk the boys want back inside the van. Fries is still chilly so I close up Freedom  and let the sun warm her.
After a very brief nap The Chiweenie Brothers decide it’s time to fight. Not literally, just the play fighting the dogs like to participate in with each other…. but it sure looks and sounds fierce. They take over the platform area where the passenger seat was removed to install drawers and a nice plywood top for the boys to call their own space. Round one begins!

If you can’t get ’em down one way, concentrate on one area.  Fries goes for Charlie’s ear!


We’re coming to the end of our almost two weeks here. I peruse the map to plot our course to a higher elevation as it’s supposed to be in the 80s here soon. That temp deems it necessary for me to find cooler weather.
Our next camp tentatively decided on, we do a walkabout that takes us to the old pioneer cemetery (we’re camped at the newer cemetery) that is located here in the dispersed area of the old, long gone town of Congress. It’s the one spot we haven’t been to.


If you would like to know about this tiny town and the old mining town of Congress click HERE.

March’s Blue Moon rising above the Weaver Mountains and our camp.

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Goodbye Congress. We will be back if we pass this way again in the future.

Hugs, Shawna

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